Still Waiting

I tend to believe in people and give them the benefit of the doubt, perhaps to a fault. For example I am still waiting for an apology from my neighbor. His dog chomped my dogs ear off when I rang his bell to tell him know about the package left at the door he never uses. The door with the sign on it that reads DO NOT LEAVE PACKAGES HERE with an arrow pointing to the correct door. My husband says "He is too afraid, too embarrassed." I say really? He's the local neighborhood priest a friend of ours for nearly 30 years and he's too scared to apologize or come by and see how my dog is healing?"

Today is 71 degrees and sunny and there's still snow piled up in the shade from our massive snow storm. I am not ready to face the bright and noisy world. People are being loud. There's 100,000 piles of dog feces in the yard under our window. I call it the feces farm! They have 5 dogs that never get walked but crap in a postage stamp sized yard. And since nobody likes a bad smell the residents use dryer sheets killing any chances of actual air when I open my window. 

I am still waiting.